They say it helps,
but it doesn't.
That there is comfort,
but there isn't.
To live questions
is to sacrifice certainty,
and certainty is an
awkward ally.
Questions more often
confuse than console.
But questions were never
meant to be the soft
cushion of consolation.
There is more what
than why in life.
If you don't want the answer,
don't ask the question.
Why comes later.
Always
later.
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And perhaps compromise comes later still. Some questions are so huge we cannot answer them, yet time can have a way of changing the question.
One day I'll get this... Right lol
Fantastic flow and well needed read, I'll take in every word as I can always keep questioning everything!
Thanks again
Much peace and respect
There are so many questions in our life, many are answered and allow you to move forward, some cannot be answered so just leave them that way and move on.
The question 'why' can never be amswered.
Andy
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